Time is in everything. It surrounds us, binds up together. It's in the rock, the car, your boner on the subway. That nice hoochie's ass in those tight leather pants; The kind you just wanna smack and go "Piyow, Bitch." Ugrh, sorry.
Was I outta character, George? Sorry I messed up.
That should be in a future Star Trek it would be amusing.